Art & Poetry - Trying to Fly

The Fall and the Flight

He stood upon the cliff’s sharp edge,
A dreamer bound by earth and pledge.
The winds called out, the sky was wide—
A silent voice that burned inside.

With steady breath and heart so wild,
He leapt just like a fearless child.
Arms stretched wide, he touched the air,
A fleeting hope, a whispered prayer.

For one brief moment, time stood still,
The world bent soft to match his will.
The sky embraced, the stars looked down,
As if to carve his name in crown.

But wings are myths and men must fall,
The earth, it waits to take them all.
Yet in that plunge, he came to see—
He never fell… he just broke free.

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